I'd been waiting for you
on purposeless summer days,
when warmth would kidnap
my breath and my will.
I wished for rain to clean my soul
of unwanted excuses,
of unpleasant nights
when unforgiving thoughts took over.
I want your colours to overwhelm
my grey lens,
and your taste of death
to remind me that I'm living.
With you, I'm sitting on the edge of a cliff,
lip biting my courage
into daring to take the plunge.
Oh, my-
I might be flying.

I am nothing but a spring flower,
waiting to rise from the once frozen ground
and claim her return.
I am nothing but the summer air,
with a tint of hope,
with a tint of freedom.
I am nothing but an autumn leaf,
counting down to the day
I let myself fall.
I am nothing but winter frost-
enchantingly
mesmerizingly
born from the cold.

Such a betrayal-
to be deserted on the floor by your own body,
to be reduced to darkness by your own eyelids,
to be denied air by your own lungs.
The senses fade,
the will vanishes,
the colours run dry.
Something has died.
And now flies swarm around my mind.

Has it really been that long since

flowers were blooming in my hair,

stars were shining in my eyes

and tingles were dancing on my lips?

It feels like only yesterday that

you picked all my flowers,

shot at my stars

and pressed your lips to mine

until all the tingles faded.

Has it really been that long

Since I fell into a deep winter?

Maybe spring’s just around the corner.

I remember you told me
I was like a lit candle -
Warm and soothing,
But dangerous,
When left unattended.
If I had known you’d leave,
I would’ve burned down
The house we built so
Carefully.
But when you slammed the door shut
That last time,
You put out my flame.

I thought I saw you today,
Between wild waves of the sea.
I recognized your movements:
Untamed
Dangerous
But oh so attractive
Oh so very tempting.
The sea breeze touched my face,
Just like your kisses.
I never realized how cold they were,
Until you took the sun off my sky.
You were like grains of sand
Still found on your skin
Weeks after leaving the beach.
Needless to say,
I might never get away from you.

I feel like I watch life pass by
From behind bulletproof glass
As if I'm a museum exhibit
Just waiting for time
To make me priceless.
No wind
No sun
Not much air left.

The only thing I've got left
Are three rose petals
From the night
You made me your own.
They were once white,
Pure, hopeful, innocent,
Much like me,
A fragile petal in your claw.
Now, they've become yellow,
Much like our love,
Ill, broken,
Decomposing.
Perhaps I should let them go
And be carried by the wind
In the place of all things lost.
Only I would have to go too,
For I am no longer found
By you.

I am a pool of broken glass:
Sharp edges
And rough surfaces.
No matter how gently you dive in,
I am bound to hurt you.
Once, I was a beautiful stained glass.
Now, I am only stains and pieces.

My dear moon,
My old friend,
Who listens to my thoughts
All night,
Who knows my darkest secrets
And my deepest desires.
Step sister of the Sun,
You give me light when
I need it the most.
One day,
I will join you.

It's butterflies in my stomach:
A chaos of wings fluttering.
They seems harmless,
Until they reach the heart
And weaken its flesh,
Making a nest out of it.
They're not butterflies
Anymore.
They're arrows
With poisoned tips,
Thrown by a Cupid
With a demon's wings.

I seek you on lazy mornings,

With eyes half closed,

Half browsing the room

For you.

I see the waves of the restless sea

And I see your moves

At times when you were mine-

Never still, never quiet,

Never taking the time to appreciate

What you had.

I wish I were a seagull

Always flying above your foam

Admiring every inch of you.

Instead,

I am the shore,

Constantly waiting

For you to come back.

My mind- an empty clutter

Trying to put words on paper,

Words that have no meaning,

Words that don’t rest for a second.

It’s not the same

Since the feeling’s gone,

But my heart still stings

Of lust.

For I am cursed to always want

That which I can’t have.